Fiorella's been rethinking Harvey. Its theme is typical for the forties, that wackiness is charming. Thus a man so desperate for companionship that he claims a large, invisible rabbit for his friend doesn't need to talk to a therapist, and the relatives trying to contain him are misguided at best, larcenous at worst. It reminds Fio of when Sister-in Law wondered aloud whether her younger son, who'd been diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia, was actually sane, and everyone else was insane. All you had to do was be around Nephew for ten minutes and you knew who was crazy.
No matter how charming, crazy people are hard to live with. Have a little sympathy for Harvey's "villain," Veta, trying to maintain a normal life, and for Myrtle Mae, his niece, beset by teenage petulance.
And have a little sympathy for everyone you know trying to handle wacky family members. Exasperation is the name of the game.
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